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O time, great Healer! canst thou still

The crying hearts that feel the knife?

O great Restorer, canst thou fill

The wide gaps broken out of life

By love and duty’s bitter strife?

O Friend, and canst thou, as they say,

Soothe all our troubles on thy breast,

Till, calm in death, they pass away,

And, one by one, are laid to rest

In unknown graves, beyond our quest?

Nay, there’s a wound thou canst not ease;

Nay, there’s a sickness past thine art.

Ah me! while I’m beyond the seas,

There’ll be a sore place in my heart

That, at a touch, will throb and smart.

Nay, nay, with all thy skill-with all

The care and cunning thou mayst spend,

Thou canst but weakly patch the wall

That wrench of parting came to rend,

That gap no mason’s hand can mend.

And as for buried sorrows-one

Hears every sound above its head;

Joys and prosperities may run

With happy footsteps o’er the dead,-

This grief of absence feels the tread.

O Time, thy graveyard is a street-

Thy graves no sculptured records crown;

Yet this one, trod of many feet,

Still shows the heap’d earth, fresh and brown,-

No foot of joy can press it down.

There velvet mosses soon will creep,

And grey and golden lichens grow;

There sweet white snowdrops soon will peep,

And purple violets bud and blow,

From winter’s bosom, cloak’d in snow;

There summer lights and shades will fall,

And soft rains patter through the trees;

There slender grasses, frail and tall,

Will weave and whisper in the breeze-

‘Twill be a grave in spite of these.

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• When Lilacs Last in the Door-yard Bloom’d. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• When I read the Book. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• When I peruse the Conquer’d Fame. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• When I heard the Learn’d Astronomer. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• When I heard at the Close of the Day. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• What think You I take my Pen in Hand? by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• What Place is Besieged? by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• What General has a Good Army. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• What Best I See In Thee. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• What am I, After All? by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• We Two—How Long We were Fool’d. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• We Two Boys Together Clinging. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Visor’d. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Vigil Strange I Kept on the Field. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• Turn, O Libertad. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• To You. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• To Thee, Old Cause! by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• To the Garden the World. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• To One Shortly to Die. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman
• To Him that was Crucified. by Walt Whitman by Walt Whitman

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